Polly Flanders

Her undercut black and luminescent red hair, lies past her shoulders and her deeply kholed eyes, scan the crowds of men as they look for some momentary comfort. Rhubarb red lips purse as she spies a dear old friend.

"Tickle my bleeding crazy fanny!' she calls out.

"Why you filthy daughter of a shrew! Polly Flanders!" a lusty reply calls back.

Continuation...

"Look who's talking, you crab encrusted twat!" comes a hearty reply as the friends hug in the middle of the street. A cacophony of beeping horns and cussing is heard as the two women greet and part. Ignoring the disgruntled travelers and prospective punters. They move into a dim lane. Even there, there is a distinct din of the trades that are being spruiked on the sidewalk.

The aromatic sensations in the lane, barely make their eyes water. A mixture of stale sex, humanity and rotting fruit and vegetables does not bother the two women. Years of exposure to the smells and sights have only dulled their olfactory sense's.

"So you crazy whore Regina whats the word on the streets?"

Violet eyes regard Polly seriously as Regina begins to talk in a gravely voice.

"Shish Poll, the drugs are still very prevalent and well theres word that Ahab's been frequenting some of the doss house's."

Smiling slyly, Polly raises a penciled eyebrow. "Really, I thought that Osiris had gone to ground."

"Yeah well, that may have been the case, five years ago. However, word has it he's horny and thirsty." mutters Regina as she runs lacquered purple nails through her cropped blond hair. "From the look of your attire it appears you ain't had any for a bit either." Regina looks down at Polly's legs smiling, "I see your sense of humor is still at its best. I like the tights and spiders." she laughs as she licks her lips.

"Yeah well they took my fancy and your right. I've not had the pleasure of feeling some arousal since ...."

Regina interrupts "I know lovey. Maybe I can help?" Her voilet eyes turning lusty.

"Thanks for the offer, but not today." Polly chuckles. "Maybe another time, we can reacquaint ourselves." Polly reaches out to her friend, linking her arm with Regina's . They walk out of the lane, heading north down Trollop street, towards a cafe. "For now lets share a brew and some tales of old and new."

To be continued....